Englishman [grasping her arm]. By Jove! Will you!
Official [gathering himself for a great effort to take the Baby, and advancing two steps]. Zen I gommand you—[He stops and his voice dies away.] Zit dere!
American. My! That's wonderful. What a man this is! What a sublime sense of duty! [The Dutch Youth laughs. The Official turns on him, but as he does so the Mother of the Baby is seen hurrying.]
Mother. Ach! Ach! Mei' Bubi! [Her face is illumined; she is about to rush to the Little Man.]
Official [to the Policeman]. Nimm die Frau! [The Policeman catches hold of the Woman.]
Official [to the frightened Woman]. Warum haben Sie einen Buben mit Typhus mit ausgebracht?
American [eagerly, from his perch]. What was that? I don't want to miss any.
German. He say: Why did you a baby with typhus with you bring out?
American. Well, that's quite a question. [He takes out the field-glasses slung around him and adjusts them on the Baby.]
Mother [bewildered], Mei' Bubi—Typhus—aber Typhus? [She shakes her head violently.] Nein, nein, nein! Typhus!